“Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever.” - Keri Russell
I need to take a moment and thank you readers for comments and your readership. This blog is nothing without you and I find myself inspired every day by the words you send me.
Today was my fourth official running class although I can officially count the number of runs I have gone on with "two hands" (for those of you who aren't mathletes, that's 6 runs). I still don't get running (really, I don't), but if I were to say anything of motivational value, my ass, is firming up nicely - yup, no extra jiggling where there shouldn't be, my legs appear to have more tone (or Jo has a very complimentary mirror) and my cardio has definitely improved in the last month.
With that however, I have also discovered that I am not 22 years old anymore and that I need to spend more time taking care of my body. Seems I have "Runner's Knee" - yup, an injury doing an activity that I don't get and have only done 6 times. I don't really know if I can call it an injury given that it really doesn't hurt when I'm not running, but it's enough to know that my body is giving me the message that this may be too much too soon.
What's surprising for me, is that realization is actually disappointing me on some level. Being ultra-competitive and finding that my body isn't where my head is at is a tough pill to swallow - even when it's doing something I'm not entirely sure that I enjoy doing. Of course, if I force the issue, I could find myself on the bench instead of just playing less of the game. (basketball reference). So, for now, I'll stick with 3 and 5k runs instead 8 until my knee stops complaining.
In the meantime, I'll keep staring at my ass. (you can too!)
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